DAILY DOSE: "Your Wagon's Been Hitched to a Star"
Ahh, nothing makes me smile like my baby brother reminding me of our youth. Yes friends, his post yesterday is 113% accurate. All three of those anecdotes are true.
We used to make our lineup cards by setting up baseball cards of our players. If you didn't have the card, that guy couldn't 'play' on your team. Of coures I had complete sets of Pirates, and I consistently forced him to play as substandard teams. The Phillies, maybe? I can't remember. One day, we left them out by the sumac bush, and they were subsequently washed to hell by a summer squall. My '88 Topps Pirates set is still warped and mushy. That also reminds me of the time I left my baseball glove out in the rain, and all the Pirates autographs I had gotten washed off. EXCEPT my Andy Van Slyke autograph. Divine intervention? Nope. He had just signed with his own pen, a thick blue sharpie. I've still got the glove.
The only thing I can add to the "line drive to the nuts" story is that he was standing less than 20 feet away when he got nailed. The distance was similar when the tennis ball hit him in the eye. I also distinctly remember launching that tennis ball a good 300 feet, over my neighbor's roof. MAN I had power...when hitting a tennis ball...pitched by an 11 year old... but I digress.
Those are good memories. I should start a column detailing my history of torment with my brother. I was just telling Marc how it's unfortunate he didn't have a little brother to torment. It's really a lost art. Who would think to sit on their brother's chest and feed his hand to the dog? Or sit on his chest and repeatedly touch his brother's eyelids? This kid. Don't get me wrong, I love Gooder to death. We did fun stuff, too, like kick rubber footballs off of my dad's camper and race pinewood derby cars down our makeshift colouring-book track. Fun times. Like when we'd explore the woods behind the house, and he tumbled down a hillside into a pile of leaves, just barely missing a random pile of metal and tires... that was life on the Mean Streets of Madison...
Wow. Trips down memory lane are fun. Did any of you have little brothers? Were any of you little brothers? As this run through the big 80's continues, let's check ou the Link of the Day!
What's awesome about this list is that i played with significantly, or even owned, seven of these 'top ten.' However, I feel as though the VOLTRON castle got hosed. For the record, I recently found my Millenium Falcon, and it now sits proudly in my room. I also think that the He-Man Slime Pit was the shit. That thing is seriously disturbing. I mean, really-- your pour evil deadly killing slime through an animal skull onto heroes being held in place by a huge skelton hand. No wonder my generation's frickin' insane.
Any other great toys I forgot? C'mon kids, play along!
Anyway, that's enough for now, keep your fingers crossed for the Cougars tonight! And if you have Fox Sports Pittsburgh, watch my high school play for the WPIAL Championship tonight at 9! (For the record, the WPIAL has more people in it than Rhode Island. So winning the WPIAL is like being a state champion...if you're Bromberg).
Oh- Song of the Day is "Champagne High" by Sister Hazel. Kinda of a lame pick, I know, but I like the song, and it popped up on an old WinAmp list I've been running of late this morning. It's been stuck in my head ever since.
Enjoy your weekend!
Excelsior!
-apk
We used to make our lineup cards by setting up baseball cards of our players. If you didn't have the card, that guy couldn't 'play' on your team. Of coures I had complete sets of Pirates, and I consistently forced him to play as substandard teams. The Phillies, maybe? I can't remember. One day, we left them out by the sumac bush, and they were subsequently washed to hell by a summer squall. My '88 Topps Pirates set is still warped and mushy. That also reminds me of the time I left my baseball glove out in the rain, and all the Pirates autographs I had gotten washed off. EXCEPT my Andy Van Slyke autograph. Divine intervention? Nope. He had just signed with his own pen, a thick blue sharpie. I've still got the glove.
The only thing I can add to the "line drive to the nuts" story is that he was standing less than 20 feet away when he got nailed. The distance was similar when the tennis ball hit him in the eye. I also distinctly remember launching that tennis ball a good 300 feet, over my neighbor's roof. MAN I had power...when hitting a tennis ball...pitched by an 11 year old... but I digress.
Those are good memories. I should start a column detailing my history of torment with my brother. I was just telling Marc how it's unfortunate he didn't have a little brother to torment. It's really a lost art. Who would think to sit on their brother's chest and feed his hand to the dog? Or sit on his chest and repeatedly touch his brother's eyelids? This kid. Don't get me wrong, I love Gooder to death. We did fun stuff, too, like kick rubber footballs off of my dad's camper and race pinewood derby cars down our makeshift colouring-book track. Fun times. Like when we'd explore the woods behind the house, and he tumbled down a hillside into a pile of leaves, just barely missing a random pile of metal and tires... that was life on the Mean Streets of Madison...
Wow. Trips down memory lane are fun. Did any of you have little brothers? Were any of you little brothers? As this run through the big 80's continues, let's check ou the Link of the Day!
What's awesome about this list is that i played with significantly, or even owned, seven of these 'top ten.' However, I feel as though the VOLTRON castle got hosed. For the record, I recently found my Millenium Falcon, and it now sits proudly in my room. I also think that the He-Man Slime Pit was the shit. That thing is seriously disturbing. I mean, really-- your pour evil deadly killing slime through an animal skull onto heroes being held in place by a huge skelton hand. No wonder my generation's frickin' insane.
Any other great toys I forgot? C'mon kids, play along!
Anyway, that's enough for now, keep your fingers crossed for the Cougars tonight! And if you have Fox Sports Pittsburgh, watch my high school play for the WPIAL Championship tonight at 9! (For the record, the WPIAL has more people in it than Rhode Island. So winning the WPIAL is like being a state champion...if you're Bromberg).
Oh- Song of the Day is "Champagne High" by Sister Hazel. Kinda of a lame pick, I know, but I like the song, and it popped up on an old WinAmp list I've been running of late this morning. It's been stuck in my head ever since.
Enjoy your weekend!
Excelsior!
-apk
4 Comments:
I was the tormentee of an older sister. The torment was a little less physical, a little more psychological.
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DutchGirl, at 4:17 PM, February 25, 2005
Double posting...
My friend's house was the designated wiffle ball field. It was level, but that's all it had going for it. The "field" was filled with sporadic birch and maple trees; the distance between bases varied from 25 to 60 feet; bases were (1st-rail road tie coming off the corner of the house, second was a nice sturdy maple, third a nice piece of granite and home was drawn with chaulk on the driveway); the outfield line was about 50 feet away, but it was only a home run if the opposing team said that it crossed a certain "line" (lots of arguing over this); mosquitoes!!! I got a fuckin mosquito in my eye everytime we played, which my friend's dad took out with a nicely twisted paper towel; ghost runners were your best friend b/c there were only 4 of us; yellow bats only; strike zone- yeah right...bitching got you a long way, "that wasn't a strike!" Good Times! The funniest thing is that we had a cul de sac right in front of the "field" to play on, but that was mainly designated for kickball and the one fight of all time that was hosted there --Mike Bono vs. Brian (something or other) -- we had our priorities straight. I never saw such an awesome deplay of roundhouse kicks in my life. Brian took karate...mike was fat and slow - poor kid. Needless to say Brian won and Mike never made fun of him on the bus again.
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Anonymous, at 6:55 PM, February 25, 2005
Oh, I was a little brother to my wicked smart sister. I used to jump on her from the "top rope" otherwise known as the couch when she least expected it. She in turn wiped her boogers on me and threw tennis rackets (and connected) at my head. Oh, and she was really good at freezing snow balls, putting them in a winter hat and chasing me and my friends around the neighborhood. Yes, she connected several times...BUT she was bigger than me! Let's see what else...my sister's pinky toe sticks up in the air, so if you ever meet her, please point it out and make fun of her. Later
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Anonymous, at 7:01 PM, February 25, 2005
FANTASTIC link! I wanted that god damn aircraft carrier so bad, I'd have given body parts for it.
I was the tormentor. Although with little brother being 8 years younger, it was as lop-sided as you could get.
- Gramps
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Anonymous, at 4:29 PM, February 27, 2005
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